The Lay of the Land

[Velok the Younger]

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NIGHTHUNTER PORT​

SVOLTEN​

STYGIAN CALDERA​

The Braided Hydra ranked among Nighthunter Port's most significant black market taverns, and that was saying something. Carved from the shell of a great silooth, the tavern offered endless opportunities for privacy. One such opportunity was a veiled corner table with a universal counter-eavesdropping jammer. At said table, Velok sat eating a thirty-six-ounce steak with a stone knife. From time to time he flicked through files on a datapad as he chewed. The smoky air stung his eyes, but he kept reading. Information was survival, after all.

Between passages, he glanced up through the booth's veil at the tavern's main chamber. [member="Mala Arar"] would be joining him soon, ceteris paribus and if the Force was with them. He hadn't seen her since dropping off various temporary associates after a certain raid on Geonosis. She'd kept the Techno Empire off his back competently enough, and that meant something useful.

 

[Darth Imperia]

Darth Vitium's apprentice approached the tavern. It wasn't the sort of place she typically frequented, admittedly, but it was nice enough that she couldn't complain too much.

Besides, she had a friend of sorts to meet. Hooded and cloaked, the young Apprentice slid quietly into place across from her Whiphid companion.

She looked far different than she did when the pair last met - her porcelain skin was now pallid and grey, her lovely blue eyes a harsh yellow, her golden hair now the color of moldy straw. And, lest we forget, she lacked an arm. In its place was a sleek black cybernetic model that whirred ever so quietly when it moved.

The Acolyte looked at her companion with a grin, and threw her hood back, no doubt frightening some of the weaker-willed taverngoers.

"Ah, Velok. A pleasure to see you again."

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[member="Velok the Younger"]